Pohick Creek

It runs through what's known as West Springfield; my kids have played in or near this flowing body of water since 1987.

It doesn't look like much, I know, but for a kid it's a place to throw sticks and rocks and watch overflow after heavy rains.

A path near the creek was nomenclated "the Gerry Connolly Cross Country Trail" after a local politician seeking immortality. Paugh. Crappy logo, too.

In "1993" these lovers - J.W. (or I.W.) and B.S. - carved their affection for one another in a tree along the creek. Do they still love each other, I wonder? What happened to them? 

This is a funny little walkway across the creek between the townhouse community in which we used to live and another townhouse community. I guess it's cheaper and more maintenance free than erecting a bridge. It's fun after a heavy rain. 

There used to be a abandoned and hopeless Volkwagen Beetle shell alongside at this point, c. 1988. It was kind of fun to inspect. 

The path winds ever onwards.